Complete Draft

I'm still missing the appendix, I have to review for errors, and I need to write up an abstract, acknowledgments, and table of contents. Besides these miscellaneous tasks, I have a full and complete draft of the dissertation that I just sent to my committee members. Who will promptly ignore it, make me badger them for a response, and then get annoyed at me for the minor hassle I am to them. Shit, I am almost there... I just need to hold on a little while longer...

Miss Piggy in My Dreams

After a considerable period of time of not thinking about Miss Piggy (it's scary how much I don't remember about this event that consumed my life so completely for so long), I had a dream in which Miss Piggy played a starring role. The setting was a party, not unlike the typical work party we used to have for the holidays or someone's leaving or whatnot. He was there with his wife and I was there with some friends of mine. At first, seeing him made my blood pressure race and I could feel my heartbeat, but after a while his presence no longer bothered me. He wanted attention and I just found him bothersome and boring. While this is all pretty easy to interpret, there was one thing I couldn't figure out, though as I write I now have an inkling as to the symbolism. I was eating really good french fries (like the kind they serve at Bistro du Coin in DC) and he was eating boiled potatoes (just whole, peeled, slightly brownish looking plain boiled potatoes). I couldn't imagine why he'd eat such boring food, and after a while watching him eat these plain boiled potatoes was disconcerting, and eventually became disgusting. And then I woke up. Go figure.